Yama

Before Jiang Rui finished speaking, Chi Shuxuan couldn't help but rushed to him and raised her hand to slap his face, but Jiang Rui grabbed her wrist and blocked it abruptly.

Jiang Ruihong said with a dark look in his eyes, "You want to hit me? For this little bastard? Oh, are you still the same as before? It's not so easy now!"

Chi Shuxuan struggled several times before she broke free from her son's restraint, clutching her wrist and almost fell down. When she met the hatred in Jiang Rui's eyes, a deep sadness and suddenness appeared on her face.

Ji Qiao, who has always been in the center of the storm, still maintains a neither sad nor happy expression, as if Jiang Rui's words just now scolded him at all, but whether Ji Qiao listened to these, only he himself clear.Ji Qiao didn't want to see their conflicting appearance, so he got up, walked out without saying a word under the stares of Jiang Rui and Chi Shuxuan, ignoring Jiang Rui's series of insults behind him.

"Ji Qiao... If you're a man, don't be such a mother-in-law. Who are you going to show that pitiful look to? If you want to die, stay away. Don't drag everyone else into the water. Others are not as tough as you..."

Ji Qiao walked down the stairs, slowly leaving those harsh words behind her.

After leaving the community, he didn't take a car, but kept walking along the street, passing traffic lights one after another, aimlessly, and he didn't know where to go, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a store not far away, Ji Quietly paused in a daze.

It was a private restaurant, compared to the flashing neon signboards on the left and right, it looked very simple, but Ji Qiao knew how exquisite its interior decoration was, how authentic the service staff was, and how delicious the food tasted.

The most delicious ones are red bean glutinous rice balls, bean paste glutinous rice balls, fresh meat dumplings, cabbage dumplings...

He just stood across the road and stared at the store door for a long time, and he didn't know when it was dark.

……

Just as Ji Qiao inserted the key into the keyhole, the door was opened from the inside. Yan Cheng's worried face appeared behind the door, "Where did you go? You came back so late?"

As Ji Qiao walked towards the kitchen, she said lightly, "I bought some things."

Seeing that he was carrying several paper bags in his hand, which contained all kinds of cooked vegetables and fresh food, Yan Cheng couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and followed behind, "Why don't you ask me to accompany you? many."

Ji Qiao shook her head, "Go out, I'll be fine soon."

Seeing that Ji Qiao's expression was no longer as gloomy and gloomy as before, and hearing that he was willing to talk to him, and bought so much food, Yan Cheng's heart also lightened up, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help embracing him from behind. Ji Qiao's waist pressed her cheek against his.

Yan Cheng said, "I can rest for two days next week. I have already found a company that is willing to participate in the agency. If there is no accident, I should be able to return part of the principal this month. By then our life will not be so difficult. I Go book a restaurant, go to see your father with you in the morning, and then go there for dinner, okay?"

Yan Cheng's body temperature has always been as warm as fire. Being next to Ji Qiao who has been blowing cold wind all day, Ji Qiao has absorbed a lot of warmth from him. Didn't say bad, just smiled slightly.

Ji Qiao's smile is actually very beautiful, it will make his eyebrows and eyes fade away from the gloom that covered them all day long, making his whole face clear and transparent, but he rarely smiles, even if he and Yan Cheng are the happiest During the most free days, Ji Qiao rarely smiled, but the coldness on her face has faded a lot, but Yan Cheng can still feel Ji Qiao's mood most of the time, when he is happy, what sad times.Just like now, although Ji Qiao smiled, Yan Cheng knew that he was not as happy as he appeared on the surface.

Yan Cheng's heart sank, and just as he was about to ask, his cell phone rang again at an untimely moment.

Yan Cheng didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but found that Ji Qiao was also looking back at the phone in a daze, Yan Cheng could only let him go and walked over, but when he saw the calling number, Yan Cheng hesitated, and still connected the phone.

Ji Qiao turned around and washed the dishes with clean water and put them on the chopping board, listening to Yan Cheng's soft conversation in the living room.

"Um... okay, today? I probably don't have time today... If it's a weekend, maybe the day after tomorrow... the night after tomorrow, um, it's about... I'll pick you up then... well, that's it."

Ji Qiao's hand holding the knife was slightly heavy, and he accidentally cut his finger, and the scarlet blood gushed out immediately. He didn't say a word, just turned on the faucet silently, watching the ice water gradually wipe out the color of his fingertips. Erase it, leaving only some hideous fresh wounds.

……

On Sunday, Ji Qiao continued to look for a job outdoors and online, and finally found a part-time job looking for translation of English manuscripts. The salary is based on the number of copies, and the translation requirements are relatively amateur. It started right away.

It took him a whole day to finish two copies, and the other side was also very straightforward. After the acceptance, he called him a hundred yuan. Ji Qiao saw that there were some ripples in his almost dry account. The mood that had been congested for many days also eased a little, but when he turned his head, he saw that the wall clock on the wall had pointed to eleven o'clock, and Yan Cheng hadn't come back yet.

Ji Qiao rubbed her sore eyes. The translation also comes with proofreading, which hurts both the spirit and the eyes. After staring at the screen for seven or eight hours without moving, Ji Qiao obviously felt very tired. He took a shower and planned to Go to bed and rest first, even if you can't fall asleep, it's better than sitting still, if you can, take two more tomorrow, Ji Qiao thinks so.

Just as he was about to turn off the bedside lamp, his cell phone rang.

Who's calling this late?

Ji Qiao picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. His heart skipped a beat for no reason, and after a slight pause, he picked it up.

There was a lot of noise at first, and then a male voice asked, "Is your name Ji Qiao?"

Ji Qiao let out a "hmm".

Do you know a man named Yan Cheng?

His head was broken and his body was injured. He is currently in the emergency room of the Central Hospital. Come and see him.

When Ji Qiao was rushing to the hospital in a taxi, these two sentences were still echoing in her mind.

As soon as he got out of the car, he rushed in the door, and after questioning the nurses, he finally saw Yan Cheng, whose head was tightly bandaged and unconscious, on one of the beds in the corner of the emergency room. The large crimson blood stains made the whole person look very embarrassed and pitiful, and he was almost unrecognizable at first glance.

There were two policemen standing on one side, seeing Ji Qiaoli standing by the hospital bed without speaking, they came over.

"Are you a relative of the child?"

Ji Qiao nodded, "What's going on with him?"

"Fighting, being chased and intercepted by a group of people, the cause of the incident still needs to be adjusted. When he wakes up, I will make a record of the inquiry for him. Please leave other contact methods, home address, and we will come again at that time. "

After the policeman finished speaking, he went to another compartment surrounded by curtains and said the same thing again. Ji Qiao saw through the faint gap that there was another person lying in it. This person was not awake just like Yan Cheng. But the head and face are clean and intact, and there is no visible injury. She is Shen Lanqian from the Department of Journalism.On the other side stood two people who were very similar to her, they should be Shen Lanqian's parents.

The doctor came over to examine Yan Cheng, Ji Qiao looked away and hurriedly asked how the situation was.

The doctor said, "The head was swung twice with an iron rod. The opening was nearly eight centimeters long. There was a lot of blood loss. The wound has been sutured, and there are some soft tissue contusions in various parts of the body. Currently, the vital signs are relatively stable, but it is not ruled out that there will be follow-up. What is the problem, so some comprehensive inspections are still needed, it is best to stay in the hospital for recuperation, and it is not recommended to leave."

After the doctor finished speaking in a formulaic way, he checked Yan Cheng again and asked Ji Qiao to go through the hospitalization procedures.

Ji Qiao was stunned for a moment before walking towards the registration office.There is a ready-made ATM machine next to the registration window. Before Ji Qiao left, she took away all the bank cards and cash at home, including Yan Cheng's. Now she puts them in one by one to check, and takes out all the money in it. Enough for the inspection fee, hospitalization fee and deposit just spent.

But there is still an examination tomorrow, and there are other medicines to be used anytime and anywhere, plus Yan Cheng's living expenses and meal expenses, where can I find them?

Ji Qiao silently handed over the money, and the nurse over there was quite nimble, and immediately transferred Yan Cheng to the ward, but of course it was the most common one, six people to one room, and many of them came in with minor injuries. It was either a broken hand or a broken foot. As soon as Ji Qiao entered, she saw a man with a missing leg by the door screaming in pain. The sound was worse than that of a butcher, and the one inside was just like Yan Cheng. Yes, it seems to have been chopped down, the thighs are all wrapped in bandages, the blood on the waist and abdomen has not been wiped clean, the whole trousers are wet, and the bed sheets are stained crimson, it looks very oozing.

Ji Qiao turned her head to look at Yan Cheng again, he also had blood on his face, probably no different from these wounded in the eyes of others.

Ji Qiao took out a tissue and moistened it, and wiped off the sticky blood clots on Yan Cheng's face little by little, and then saw that he didn't wake up, then rushed home to get his clothes and daily necessities, and touched his pockets There is still 30 yuan for the fare, and I just arrived home, but when I returned to the hospital, Ji Qiao was already penniless.

He rummaged through the house but couldn't find any money. Apart from his old notebook, the only valuables were the two strings of things that Ji Qiao was wearing, but second-hand ones probably won't be wanted by anyone, and Ji Qiao... no will sell.

He just stood by the window looking at the dark night downstairs for a long while, and after some struggle, Ji Qiao finally picked up the phone.

He hailed a car and went back to the hospital. People he knew were already waiting at the door. When he saw Ji Qiao coming down, Jing Yao went up to meet him.

Seeing her thoughtfully taking out her wallet to pay for the taxi, Ji Qiao's face rarely showed a trace of embarrassment and embarrassment.

"I'm sorry... I have troubled you so late." No matter how difficult the words are, I have to say them.

He really can't find anyone who can help him in city u. All the people Yan Cheng knows are in city a. The company's current partner, Ji Qiao, has no contact with them. His college classmates are unreliable. Without the face to speak, after much deliberation, only Jing Yao can help.

And since graduation, the two haven't seen each other for more than half a year. How long has it been since Jing Yao sees Ji Qiao again, but it feels like a lifetime away. Is the decadent and tired person still the calm young man in the past?Even though Ji Qiao was gloomy and silent, he has his own supporting temperament. Although this temperament is often misunderstood as lofty and arrogant, it can also reflect that Ji Qiao's spirit and attitude are different from the general ones. As if being tortured to death by the world.

Jing Yao's heart skipped a beat, her voice trembled unconsciously.

"How...how did it become like this?"